A: Video/Action for Goldenrod Hospital
[The Rotom’s face that appears when the feed flicks on isn’t so much IN the screen as it just plain IS the screen. Seems the little booger thought it would be funny to possess a Pokegear. The ghost laughs, sending a jumbled string of letters, 1s, and 0s across the screen because apparently the thing couldn't decide if it was speaking English or binary. A moment later, the face blips off the screen and turns to a view of a hospital room.]

[On the bed sits John, glasses-less and looking only half awake (at best) and more out of it than usual. But what’s really strange is the fact that instead of wearing a hospital gown or even one of his silly Pokemon shirts, he’s wearing this little number, complete with white tights and a matching hair bow stuck in his messier-than-usual hair. In a chair next to the bed sits Rose, wearing what is quite possibly the biggest shit-eating grin in the universe. Despite this, she somehow manages to keep her voice completely level and normal.]

Good morning, sweetheart. I see you are finally awake. How are you feeling, beautiful?

[John gives a sleepy grunt and rubs at his eyes.] Mmm...like death warmed over? Holy shit, I'm hungry...

Well, luckily for you the nurses want you to eat before we go anywhere, though that doesn't mean I can’t take you out later if you'd like, darling.

I would like that, yeah. But before anything, I need my glasses and also my legs feel weir-- are these tights? [Still mostly blind, his hands trail up his own legs, eventually reaching the edge of the dress, at which his expression deadpans and his voice goes flat.] I am wearing an absolutely ridiculous frilly dress right now, aren't I?

And if you are? [Where before her voice was pretty even, she can’t keep the hint of mischief and amusement from it now.]

You're broadcasting this, aren't you?

And if I am?

[At that, John turns to where he thinks Rose, and therefore the camera, is (really, he’s a little off, but the CameRotom moves a little to adjust for this error). Using both hands, he forms identical "v-for-victory" signs to frame his face, pulling the biggest, dorkiest, most painfully cheesy grin he can muster. He is pretty much straight from the mangas right now and his Prankster’s Gambit is plummeting.]

[...yet somehow, it seems impossible to read anything other than murderous intent from John right now.]

[The Rotom cackles and the feed ends for now. Though Tron's work is far from done here, he still has a few tricks up his non-existent sleeves.]

B: Action for Goldenrod City
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((ooc: John's back from hiatus coma-land, responses may come from both.))

[When John clicks on the feed today, he's accompanied by not one, but two Lopunnies. The One of them (Casey, judging by the pink sweater) is half-cradling the other and stroking its head, occasionally making shhh'ing noises. A Shinx lays next to them, and in John's lap rests the head of the saddest looking shiny Gallade you'll ever see. John himself looks exhausted, though moreso in the emotional sense than the sense of needing to take a nap.]

[He stares at the screen blankly for a good minute before finally speaking, in a voice that sounds as dull and tired as he looks.]

Vriska Serket has gone back home. If any of her Pokemon found their way to you, please let me know. I want to make sure they're all accounted for. And if they did just...promise me that you will take good care of them.

[He falls silent again, looking as though there's more he wants to say. In the end, he can't figure out what to say and ends up tightening his grip on the (what appears to be) a piece of twine clenched in his right hand.]

That's all.

[Click.]

[It's kind of hard to miss the three very large ghosts, a Dusknoir and both varieties of Jellicent, floating behind John when he turns on the feed today. Though they are hardly the only ghosts in the room. A Froslass floats lazily around the room, occasionally sending a stream of snow at the Dusknoir or the Spiritomb that sits on the floor. Both of the ghosts in question are doing their best to ignore this, though the Dusknoir Seems to be doing a better job of it. On John's shoulder sits a tiny Litwick.]

So if it's been over a year since an ectobiologist actually did something involving ghosts and biology, can he still call himself an ectobiologist? [There is a very slight pause.] No! Of course he can't, duh!

[John pans the camera over to the bed where there is a small pile of eggs wrapped in knitted blankets of varying colors. A Golett sits next to the eggs, eying them curiously. There are probably somewhere around twenty eggs or so, of several different varities:]



So, as you can see, I did something to fix that! [The camera pans back to John.] Now as much as I would like to, I obviously can't keep all these eggs myself. Pretty sure that would max out my PC storage. So I am sell--

[He cuts off as the rock-looking egg with the swirl on the front is shoved in front of the camera. It is followed shortly by the Golett's face. It nods excitedly, looking about as happy as is possible for an animated rock-ghost and points to the egg.]

Giant...

[The Gollet just keeps pointing, spinning the egg around so that it's visible from all angles. Oooo! Aaaaa! you are impressed and you want to buy this egg. But as impressed as you are, the same cannot be said for John who is now trying to push the Golett out of frame with little sucess.]

Giant, come on stop. You aren't helping! Just kind of inturrupting hones-- no Chandel, not you too!

[There's a happy almost squeak-like noise from the Litwick as she flies over to the bed to try and "help" too, john following after her. Though the eggs are much too big for her nubby little arms. It's a shame this part can't actually be seen on film, it's actually quite cute. Before this situation can get any more out of hand, the Dusknoir moves over to the camera, easily moves the Golett out of the way, picks up the camera, and ends the feed. A few moments later, a text is sent out.]

sorry about that.
anyway. eggs, selling them.
i am happy to answer any questions about the parents, eggs, and/or ghost types in general.
here's prices and junk:

[And then there's a list of species, quantity, and egg moves.]

((ooc: Claim post is the aforelinked link. I just didn't feel like posting that list up a second time. There is still a small chunk of unclaimed eggs, so have at 'em if you want 'em.))

Was there some kind of Johto holiday that I missed? I found another egg when I woke up yesterday and I have no idea where it came from. It's in the box right now so I can't show it but...if anyone is missing an egg, let me know.

[The egg actually belonged to Clubs Deuce but he has no idea. Anyway, now that that's out of the way he can move on to his second order of business. The real reason he made this post. He holds up a small, red thing.]

I got my badge, Karkat so I'm ready to go whenever ev-- [A loud cracking noise cuts him off mid-word.] Oh shit. [He shrugs his backpack off one of his shoulders, reaching back and opening it up, mumbling something to himself as he roots around in his bag for a second.]

I really hope that was the sound of hatching and not breaking...Huh? The hell? [He pulls out a square-ish, beige-ish rock with a crack and two dots on it.] Did my egg seriously just hatch into a rock? Is this thing even al--AHHHHH!!!

[At that exact moment, a purple and green something popped out of the rock with a spirited, cackling "TOMB!!!" causing John to flail backwards, dropping the pokémon in alarm. Though it falls off screen for a second, it appears a moment later. Hello, Johto. Have a cackling Spiritomb face all up in your video feed before the now-trembling video feed is cut off with a squeak by a terrified Lopunny camera-girl.]

(ooc: badge was mod approved ♥)

[The lovely Violet City hotel carpet is the only thing that can be seen when John's pokegear flicks on today. Isn't that just a lovely pattern? Yeah, that sure is some nice carpet, let's all behold its glory for a moment..........yeah no, moving along.]

John, do you think you could possibly fetch something for me? It seems I managed to cut myself and require a bandage now.

Oh no! Are you okay?!

I will be fine, don't worry. I simply need a band-aid. Possibly disinfectant as well.

Ahhh! Okay, I can do that! Hold on!

[Finally, the camera moves! Goodbye carpet, hello John! Well, the back of John anyway as he is currently moving across the room towards the bathroom so that he might retrieve a band-aid for his friend. Apparently, Rose is in possession of his pokegear and for some odd reason felt the need to film this. Hmm...I wonder why?]

[As John pulls open the door, a bucket falls from the top of it and lands upside-down on his head. As if that wasn't bad enough, the bucket was apparently filled with water. Keyword there being was as the water is now all over John and the floor instead.]

[John is silent for a moment, still facing away from the camera with the bucket on top of his head at a jaunty angle.]

Rose...

Yes, John?

...you didn't really cut yourself, did you?

Oh no, John. I did. It's a papercut, so really it likely doesn't need a band-aid. But I did.

[John is silent once again, but then his shoulders begin shaking with silent giggles. After a moment, the giggles turn into full out laughter as he turns around, soaking wet but grinning from ear to ear.]

Haha! You got me, good one Rose! I really-- [His words taper off as he catches sight of the gear in Rose's hand. Is the recording light on? ...Oh god, it is.]

Rose! Was that on the whole time?! Why would you eve-- [There is a slight whine to his voice as he crosses the room and shuts the feed off, cutting off his own sentence.]

((ooc: For those not involved in the other pranks/those who were involved but never figured it out, John and Rose have switched 'gears for the day. That being said, Rose will likely be the first to respond to you. She might be convinced to hand the 'gear over to John though if you ask. Or he might just inject his unsolicited two cents as usual.))

[John is in the pokécenter today, holding a tiny silver something between his fingers. Yup, guess who just beat Falkner?]



So, I ended up challenging the gym...even though I hadn't originally planned to.


...It went well. [No shit, Sherlock, they can see that.] And that's really all there is to say on the matter.

[For a guy who just got his first gym badge, he doesn't seem too excited. You would think a thirteen year old nerd would be over the moon about this, but he really isn't. Truth of the matter is, he was pretty excited until he made the mistake of thinking "Oh boy, I can't wait to show...Dave..." What's the point of earning a sweet badge if you can't even show your best bro because he disappeared three days ago?]

Oh, and if anyone could tell me about the Azalea gym, that'd be cool.

((ooc: badge was mod approved. :3 And sorry if this was a double post for anybody...I did something wrong with the dates again... -_-))

( action for route 32. )

[John turns on his video feed with a dumbfounded look on his face. Those who are just tuning in may wonder why he's on the ground this time, but that's not the issue he wants to address here. In fact, he'd rather not talk about that at all.]

Okay...does anyone know if this... [He turns the camera so that anyone who's watching can see the Quagsire who is completely engrossed in the trainer's manual at this point. He then turns the camera back to himself.] ...is normal? Do all...Quagsires do this? [Yeah he had to look in the pokédex real quick for that one.] Can pokémon even read!? What am I looking at here?!

[He clicks the feed off and gets to his feet, brushing himself off. Hopefully somebody would have the answers to that. For now, there was something else he needed to take care of. He raised the pokégear once more and called Dave. Hopefully the coolkid had had enough time to cool off by now.]

( voice for dave. )

[Since John was finally starting feel a little better (his voice was still a little messed up but hey, at least that cough was finally gone) he decided that this was as good a time as any to do a little training with the Wooper Dave gave him last week.

So he's on route 32, standing in a patch of grass with a disheartened look on his face. His Dunsparce is sitting on his head looking derpy as usual and his Buneary is rolling around happily in the grass a few inches away. Apparently he still doesn't fully understand the concept of keeping all his pokémon in their pokéballs.]

[His Wooper though...is supposed to be fighting a Mareep, although that's not what's happening.]

Rose, please...use mud shot.

[The Wooper ignores him with a very bored look on her face. This has been going on for the past five minutes, even the wild Mareep isn't sure what to make of this at this point.]

Rose...pleeeaaaassseeeee. I am begging you. Do...something! Anything!

[Woop. She is so bored by all of this. John is past the stage of disheartened now and now entering the realm of utter soul-wrenching despair.]

...Flighty Broad...Please. Use. Mud shot.

[The Wooper complies, and then continues the rest of the fight without her master's direction as he had sunk to his knees in defeat. It's really tough to say whether there has been a victory here or not.]

[When the video feed clicks on, it is to a scene of John in his hotel room haphazardly throwing stuff into his bag. Clearly, he's not the one operating the pokégear. since he only has one pokémon with actual appendages, it's pretty obvious that Tripp the Pidgey is the cameraman at the moment.]

Okay...Vriska, Aradia, Gamzee, Eridan I don't feel like trying to track all four of you down so hopefully you'll all see this. Rose just made it to Cherrygrove so we're ready to go if you four--

[A semi-loud crack from a source somewhere off screen stops him mid sentence. He looks over his shoulder towards something that can't be seen from the current camera angle.]

Oh, no way.

[He drops his bag to the floor and walks off screen. It takes Tripp a minute to adjust the camera so that John's visible again, but once he manages it, it becomes obvious what distracted him: his buneary egg is hatching. It takes a few moments for the tiny creature to fully extricate itself from its egg, but when it does...]

OH MY GODDDDDDD!!!

[John picked up the small pokémon and proceeds to flip the fuck out. He is basically dancing around that room make strange unintelligible shrieking noises of joy. His Buneary doesn't seem to mind and is actually making happy little squeaky noises as well. There's no way half the inn isn't hearing this shit.]

[The video feed cuts off.]

[A video feed clicks on revealing a picture of...the ground. A pair of bright red sneakers with flames on the side are also visible peeking out from under a pair of dark jeans. A Dunsparce crawls into frame and stares(?) up at the camera curiously(?).]

Okay I think this is on...uhm. Hi everyone! It's John, and I finally made it to Cherrygrove! Aradia showed me how to use the video function, so this time you can actually see me instead of me typing all this out. Isn't that great!?

[A Pidgey joins the Dunsparce on frame, also looking up at the camera with a look that can only be described as exasperated. Clearly it does not approve of this utter failure of a video.]

Yeah, this is great. Except...I don't really have much to say. The trip was pretty much uneventful. I caught a Pidgey though! I named him Tripp after Matthew McConaughey's character in Failure to Launch. You know, because he's a bird. Failure to Launch. Bird. Get it? Haha! Come over here Tripp so they can see you. Come on.

[The Pidgey gives John (who is still off-screen except for his shoes) an 'are you serious look' and doesn't move.]

Okay well it looks like he's feeling kind of camera shy right now. Same with Colonel Sassacre...what are you both doing down there anyway? Okay well whatever, that's really all I have to say at the moment. Vriska if you're still in Cherrygrove I guess I'll meet you at the inn or something. You did wait for me, right? Right?!

[The video feed clicks off.]